I went alone as a tunnel. Birds fled from me, and night invaded me with her powerful force. To survive myself I forged you like a weapon, like an arrow in my bow, like a stone in my sling. But the hour of vengeance falls, and I love you. Body of skin, of moss, of avid, steady milk. Ah the goblets of the breasts! Ah the eyes of absence! Ah the roses of the pubis! Ah your voice slow and sad!
...the hour of vengeance falls, / and Iove you...
